“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.” ~George Orwell, 1984
The events in this prescient novel written in 1949 were to have happened almost 30 years ago. While the dystopia of the novel is not yet fully blown, I read these words, and I want to weep. In my country, ignorance has become strength and war may as well be peace for so many people appear unperturbed that we’ve been in a constant state of war since 2001.
I remember exactly where I was when news of the first airstrikes against Afghanistan broke. I was in a church. It was in Switzerland, and I was with a room of mostly women from many different countries, predominantly American and British, but from all over the world. “Viet Nam” was muttered by more than one person, and I thought, “No, not again. It couldn’t.”
Just a month earlier we’d faced 9/11. Many of my students were seriously frightened that they had just seen the start of WWIII. But when the Afghanistan War started, they were no longer afraid. They were angry.
Just two years later, I was in a different country, Sweden, when the Iraq War started. Let’s just say that reaction in Sweden was far from positive. I don’t have pleasant memories of that time. Sometimes when tempers flared, people would forget that I am not the US government, nor am I even a representative of the government. Water under the bridge.
But again, WWIII was mentioned in passing.
And now we wait and watch what will happen in Syria. More than one person has mentioned WWIII, as if another World War is inevitable. As if “the war to end all wars” never happened. Oh wait. Never mind. Not counting the Cold War, the US was embroiled in another war five short years after WWII ended.
My tone is may sound bitter today, but I’m actually not feeling bitter. I’m feeling sad. I’m an unrepentant child of the 60s and early 70s. I do believe all that peacenik stuff people called “Commie”. It’s out of fashion now, but as John Lennon, a powerful voice in the peace movement, said, “If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.” But we seem to have lost our way, John.
These days, I teach many vets and even active service people. I have nothing but the utmost respect for them. They don’t start the wars. They just fight them. As Gen. Doulgas MacArthur said, “The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.” I mostly agree with him, of course. My soldiers write things to me that break my heart. They tell me what they’ve seen, what they’ve done, what they’ve experienced. I can not even imagine, but I am privileged to carry their stories. If I can relieve their burden one iota, I will do it gladly. One student wrote to me: “I like reading poetry in your class because it’s the only time the guns in my head stop.” I would read poetry with him for hours if I could.
But of course, it’s the civilians I worry about. War is cruel. A student this morning told me of a bombing near a Syrian school. Children. But children have always had the worst of war. Still, things have been insane and dangerous in Syria for too long now, and something has to change.
So this compounds my sadness. The peacenik, the mostly pacifist, can’t see a way to calm things. Do I think attacking Syria will help? No. But this is too big for me. I can’t think. But I can pray, which is what I seem to do best these days.
The UK House of Commons voted to not support a military intervention in Syria, and I’m wondering whether the US Congress will have the same opportunity. According to an article on CNN, “More than 160 members of Congress, including 63 Democrats, have now signed letters calling for either a vote or at least a ‘full debate’ before any U.S. action.” But Congress is in recess until September 9th. Yes, I can see the White House waiting till they are all back. Yes. Sure.
This situation is changing rapidly. So we sit and wait and see. And nothing is worse than waiting.